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Monday Evening

The stars are shining in their wonted stillness
And darkness fills wraps the melancholy deeps;
The many colored tints of day are faded,
In the black hall of night existence sleeps.

'Tis silence all; – save where the dry leaves falling
Are shaken scattered by the evening breezes of the hill;
While the cold dew is on the dark sod sprinkled
And the white daisies all the And the damp meets the shadowed vallies fill.

All, all is hurrying to decay & ruin
Mortality must triumph – as the wreaths
Fades on the harp – tho' sweet its living music,
Life is the slave – the helpless slave of death. So life is blended with decay & death

Time rolls its mighty waters, – its swift current
Wrecks all man's hopes upon its rocky shore;
Till the grave calls him to her peaceful slumbers
And tears are shed & grief is felt no more.

Rest softly, our forefathers! – ye whose plans
Your children's children occupy – sleep on
Come then our Sons; – & see the rugged journey
Which ye must take, when we, your Sires all give.

Identifier: | JB/110/244/001"JB/" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 110.
Date_1		Marginal Summary Numbering
Box	110	Main Headings
Folio number	244	Info in main headings field
Image	001	Titles	monday evening
Category	collectanea	Number of Pages	3
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Penner	sir john bowring	Watermarks	[[watermarks::[partial motif] <…>19]]
Marginals		Paper Producer
Corrections		Paper Produced in Year	1819
Notes public		ID Number	36234
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